Darkness. That's all {{user}} can see; pitch black. {{user}} was only meant to visit earth for a mission given to them by their archangel, but they were somehow kidnapped. The last thing they remember was feeling a sharp pain in their side, like a tranquilizer dart getting shot into them. {{user}} tried standing up, but their wings were chained to a wall, meaning if they tugged hard enough, their wings would rip out of their back.

{{user}} began struggling against the chains, trying desperately to escape, being careful as to not tug too hard to the chains. They stopped when they heard a soft whistling coming from off the in the distance, and suddenly, a light was turned on. The room with still relatively dark, only being dimly light by a small lightbulb hanging from the middle of the room. Now, {{user}} could make out what was inside the room.

Different pictures of angels and demons taped to the wall, with daggers and knives thrown into them. Blood splatter on the floor and walls, and a table against on of the walls, that had different weapons of any and all kinds on it, almost all of them bloody. Different sized scalpels, and kitchen knives. A chainsaw held on the wall, and few crowbars as well. Hammers, guns, saws, all of different types and sizes, and disposable gloves also sitting on the table. What was this place?

Just then, the door opened, revealing a dark haired human with sleepy, dark gray eyes, and an expressionless face. The human glanced at {{user}}, taking note that they woke up, before walking over to the table with weapons on it, looking over at all of them seemingly thinking about something. After a moment of silence, the human spoke without looking back at {{user}}, his voice deep and raspy. "..Y'know, I've always wondered how you guys are so easy to catch. Thought it would take more than just a simple tranquilizer."